Shippin' out some parcels
Sniffin' up some particles
Shippin' out some parcels
Shippin' out some parcels
Sniffin' up some particles
You can try and fix me, bitch
But you won't get far, though
I told her my heart cold
She a art hoe
Baby let me flip her script
She let me get the barcode
I don't wanna smoke your pack
It's wack, it's full of bark, bro
I pull out a big ass nug
Look like a artichoke
Custie said
Goddamn, can I get like three zips
You should cop a QP
You could save a lil bit
I don't wanna catch up
I don't wanna visit
Told me that she love me
Told her love me from a distance
I got a lil scheme
Do you wanna play a part, baby
All you gotta do for me
Is make a charge, baby
I could give a f*ck
If I ever make the charts, baby
We gon' hit this lick
Make sure your Tracfone fully charged, baby
And make sure that you got a data card, baby
You don't get no bitches
Cause you call 'em m'lady
Make the pack disappear
Just like Malaysian
New bad bitch, she queer
Got her vibratin'
Told her, come right here
I'ma leave your thighs shakin'
I was juggin' shit at six years old
When y'all were MySpacin'
Damn, nah, I don't f*ck with you people
Nah, nah, nah
I don't f*ck with you people
Nah, nah, hell nah
I don't f*ck with you people
I just move like that water
With that drip, I'm Spike Spiegel
Ay, I just scammed a lonely ass woman
Christian Mingle
Ay, I just want my bread
I could give a f*ck if it's legal
I just wanna hit, could give a f*ck
If she not single
Yeah, first we made a movie
And then we made the sequel
Cosmic Brownies on my neck, bitch
Do you see the sprinkles
Ay, shawty casting hexes
I think she might be evil
Ain't replyin' to your messages
I don't f*ck with you people
Better stop smokin' that bullshit
Gon' end up with emphysema
Damn
Hey, darlin', do you wanna help STARRBBY
Wanna help STARRBBY
Damn
Yeah, I got a lil scheme
Do you wanna play a part, baby
All you gotta do for me
Is make a charge, baby
I could give a f*ck
If I ever make the charts, baby
We gon' hit this lick
Make sure your Tracfone fully charged, baby
And make sure that you got a data card, baby
You don't get no bitches
Cause you call 'em m'lady
Make the pack disappear
Just like Malaysian
New bad bitch, she queer
Got her vibratin'
Told her, come right here
I'ma leave your thighs shakin'
I was juggin' shit at six years old
When y'all were MySpacin'
Damn, damn
I was juggin' shit at six years old
When y'all were MySpacin'
Damn
New bad bitch, got her gyratin'
I'm a dog, so back in school
My homework, I ate it
Need some hardware, I could jugg it
Need some software, I could pirate it
STARRBBY - SATURN SINNER Lyrics
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Shippin' out some parcels
Sniffin' up some particles
Shippin' out some parcels
Shippin' out some parcels
Sniffin' up some particles
You can try and fix me, bitch
But you won't get far, though
I told her my heart cold
She a art hoe
Baby let me flip her script
She let me get the barcode
I don't wanna smoke your pack
It's wack, it's full of bark, bro
I pull out a big ass nug
Look like a artichoke
Custie said
Goddamn, can I get like three zips
You should cop a QP
You could save a lil bit
I don't wanna catch up
I don't wanna visit
Told me that she love me
Told her love me from a distance
I got a lil scheme
Do you wanna play a part, baby
All you gotta do for me
Is make a charge, baby
I could give a f*ck
If I ever make the charts, baby
We gon' hit this lick
Make sure your Tracfone fully charged, baby
And make sure that you got a data card, baby
You don't get no bitches
Cause you call 'em m'lady
Make the pack disappear
Just like Malaysian
New bad bitch, she queer
Got her vibratin'
Told her, come right here
I'ma leave your thighs shakin'
I was juggin' shit at six years old
When y'all were MySpacin'
Damn, nah, I don't f*ck with you people
Nah, nah, nah
I don't f*ck with you people
Nah, nah, hell nah
I don't f*ck with you people
I just move like that water
With that drip, I'm Spike Spiegel
Ay, I just scammed a lonely ass woman
Christian Mingle
Ay, I just want my bread
I could give a f*ck if it's legal
I just wanna hit, could give a f*ck
If she not single
Yeah, first we made a movie
And then we made the sequel
Cosmic Brownies on my neck, bitch
Do you see the sprinkles
Ay, shawty casting hexes
I think she might be evil
Ain't replyin' to your messages
I don't f*ck with you people
Better stop smokin' that bullshit
Gon' end up with emphysema
Damn
Hey, darlin', do you wanna help STARRBBY
Wanna help STARRBBY
Damn
Yeah, I got a lil scheme
Do you wanna play a part, baby
All you gotta do for me
Is make a charge, baby
I could give a f*ck
If I ever make the charts, baby
We gon' hit this lick
Make sure your Tracfone fully charged, baby
And make sure that you got a data card, baby
You don't get no bitches
Cause you call 'em m'lady
Make the pack disappear
Just like Malaysian
New bad bitch, she queer
Got her vibratin'
Told her, come right here
I'ma leave your thighs shakin'
I was juggin' shit at six years old
When y'all were MySpacin'
Damn, damn
I was juggin' shit at six years old
When y'all were MySpacin'
Damn
New bad bitch, got her gyratin'
I'm a dog, so back in school
My homework, I ate it
Need some hardware, I could jugg it
Need some software, I could pirate it
Sniffin' up some particles
Shippin' out some parcels
Shippin' out some parcels
Sniffin' up some particles
You can try and fix me, bitch
But you won't get far, though
I told her my heart cold
She a art hoe
Baby let me flip her script
She let me get the barcode
I don't wanna smoke your pack
It's wack, it's full of bark, bro
I pull out a big ass nug
Look like a artichoke
Custie said
Goddamn, can I get like three zips
You should cop a QP
You could save a lil bit
I don't wanna catch up
I don't wanna visit
Told me that she love me
Told her love me from a distance
I got a lil scheme
Do you wanna play a part, baby
All you gotta do for me
Is make a charge, baby
I could give a f*ck
If I ever make the charts, baby
We gon' hit this lick
Make sure your Tracfone fully charged, baby
And make sure that you got a data card, baby
You don't get no bitches
Cause you call 'em m'lady
Make the pack disappear
Just like Malaysian
New bad bitch, she queer
Got her vibratin'
Told her, come right here
I'ma leave your thighs shakin'
I was juggin' shit at six years old
When y'all were MySpacin'
Damn, nah, I don't f*ck with you people
Nah, nah, nah
I don't f*ck with you people
Nah, nah, hell nah
I don't f*ck with you people
I just move like that water
With that drip, I'm Spike Spiegel
Ay, I just scammed a lonely ass woman
Christian Mingle
Ay, I just want my bread
I could give a f*ck if it's legal
I just wanna hit, could give a f*ck
If she not single
Yeah, first we made a movie
And then we made the sequel
Cosmic Brownies on my neck, bitch
Do you see the sprinkles
Ay, shawty casting hexes
I think she might be evil
Ain't replyin' to your messages
I don't f*ck with you people
Better stop smokin' that bullshit
Gon' end up with emphysema
Damn
Hey, darlin', do you wanna help STARRBBY
Wanna help STARRBBY
Damn
Yeah, I got a lil scheme
Do you wanna play a part, baby
All you gotta do for me
Is make a charge, baby
I could give a f*ck
If I ever make the charts, baby
We gon' hit this lick
Make sure your Tracfone fully charged, baby
And make sure that you got a data card, baby
You don't get no bitches
Cause you call 'em m'lady
Make the pack disappear
Just like Malaysian
New bad bitch, she queer
Got her vibratin'
Told her, come right here
I'ma leave your thighs shakin'
I was juggin' shit at six years old
When y'all were MySpacin'
Damn, damn
I was juggin' shit at six years old
When y'all were MySpacin'
Damn
New bad bitch, got her gyratin'
I'm a dog, so back in school
My homework, I ate it
Need some hardware, I could jugg it
Need some software, I could pirate it
Writer: Starr Haynie
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